As she bounded down the steps and into her father's arms her flying skirts revealed a pair of long, narrow feet in stylish gray shoes and gray silk stockings exactly matching the rest of her costume.

"Daddy! Daddy!" she cried.
His arms were trembling as they clasped her--were trembling with the emotion that surged into her eyes in the more obvious but less significant form of tears.

"Glad to see you, Delia," was all he said.
She put her slim white forefinger on his lips.
He smiled.

"Oh! I forgot.

You're Adelaide, of course, since you've grown up." "Why call me out of my name ?" she demanded, gayly.